by Amano, Mia
They hadn’t left a single Eratean alive.
In the blue sky above, a lone crow circled, before it was joined by another, and another. More crows joined the fray, until there were hundreds of black birds swirling above.
Slowly, she led Tarak Chul, Warlord of the Akuna and her onetime enemy, across the battlefield, and for the first time in her life, she said a silent prayer to Ojara, the Goddess of Life.
She prayed for her to have mercy on the souls of the dead, and to grant them swift passage into the afterlife.
As if sensing her thoughts, Tarak squeezed his bloody hand around hers, giving her small comfort amidst the chaos.
Above them, crows started to swoop down from the sky, braving the battlefield. And once again, the endless cycle of life and death moved on.